You are me, We are you

I like to make pretty

Are you sure about that?

And by pretty, I often mean chaotic

Now we're getting to the truth

Unapologetically difficult

Couldn't agree more

Syntax runs amok

Check, check, check

Because I allow, nay, force it

Like a dick-tater

Edisni words turn out

Just to be clever?

Drill into my outside dnim

That sounds a bit strange

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Then emahs comes along to stop play

But it doesn't have to win

I'm drawn to the edis rehto

But you don't have to lose

Then I want to write darkness

There's nothing wrong with darkness

Deep cavernous, explorative surgery

That can be good for the soul

On my own heart, as it still beats

I still don't see a problem

Drill bur holes in my brain

Bit extreme, maybe, I'll admit

As it still thinks, contemplates, reasons and imagines

This all sounds normal to me

*

That's the problem

What's the problem?

You are me

I see

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I spend so much time running from you

I noticed that

When I should turn to you

What have I been trying to tell you?

All these years

All those times you shut me out

I thought I was gaining freedom, blocking you out

When really you were imprisoning yourself away from me

The only one who truly understands me

You are me, we are you

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: Typical Paulitical take on this challenge - an internal dialogue with myself. The challenge in question - Dialogue Poetry

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